Moonspear burn it up or just chop it down

Dirge hadn't expected to be met halfway, and it was evident in the sharp gaze of his son that much more had been gleaned than he had been anticipating. There was a resolute hurt there too, and it only made him loathe having to draw an explanation up.

He was torn between softening it and spelling it out, and opted for something in between.

"Your uncle won't be returning for a while," he remarked, opening with what may have been the well known. "Your mother and he are at a disagreement. Nothing came of his challenge." Simple, he thought; Arcturus needed to cool his head as much as Hydra did, but neither of them had drawn blood from one another. But it was only one more thing that went on top of a growing list of problems.